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On This Journey Home
On this journey home, I am not alone.
My way is graced by friends.
The longing to arrive still thrives,
only today, I walk more kindly,
talk more openly and listen more intently.
The big picture, ever sought for, makes more sense,
And somehow the world becomes less dense.
I am hopeful. I approach deep trust.
At times, of course I waiver, but never fall far from favor.
Humanity is precious, and I count myself therein.
- Cynthia Grosvenor
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